Gravity reaches for my tear drop and it slowly slides sideways absorbing into the pillow.
Listening to the phone ring
Reality grabs me and shakes me, “It is out of your control,” she says.
Comfort words, goofy joke
Dear Heavenly Father,
The Author, Healer, and Protector of our lives. Please give her peace and comfort. Let her know weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning. This too shall pass. In the name of Jesus. Amen.
I’m helpless, but He’s not.